Gradually a hazy wall of purple began to shimmer before me, apparently very far off.

I knew the ramparts of the Rooirand, and let my Schimmel feel my knees in his ribs.

Within an hour I should be at the cliff's foot.
I had trusted for safety to the password, but as it turned out I owed my life mainly to my horse.

For, a mile or so from the cliffs, I came to the fringes of a great army.

The bush was teeming with men, and I saw horses picketed in bunches, and a multitude of Cape-carts and light wagons.